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Monkey and The Duchess

MorphineMonkey

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"Look, I'm not telling you this again. You mess this up, and I'll personally cut you into scraps and leave your carcass to the Trogs."

The young man nodded as he stored the Captain's orders. He'd bundled the last three jobs, and this one was gonna set them straight. He had no illusions that the family bond that was between him and the Captain of the Slups gang would save him if he blew this robbery. He moved through the forest as quietly as he could. He wasn't hunting any creatures of the forest, but the carriages that traveled down the dirt path to the Kingdom.

There it was. The carriage he'd been waiting for. The crimson carriage carried the golden seal of the Thronarl King. The coach wasn't in any hurry, which let him sneak up behind the passengers with ease. He took an arrow from his quiver and tied a white flag to the shaft before jamming it on the side of the coach. When he was sure that the arrow was in place he fell away, rolling to avoid taking to much damage.

"Look alive boys. Seems like my nephew was able to do his job right this time." The Captain climbed further up in the tree that hung over the road. He could see the bright white flag against the muddy brown road like a fire in the darkness. He pulled out a small flask from his waist pouch and poured the liquids onto the cloth wrapped arrowhead. He waited until the carriage was closer before taking out the flint and steel, lighting the arrowhead. He drew down on the driver, "When I fire, I want you to pin that fat fucker's head to the coach," he whispered. He barely let the notched arrow fly when another from one of his Lieutenants. His arrow went through the small window in the front, his Lieutenant's arrowhead embedded itself in the front of the carriage, through the driver's neck.
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"Man, it'd be a lot easier if the Temple would have at least allowed me to use one of those Running Monks." Thorin sighed as he stepped over a fallen log in the path. Most of the log had been cleared away; the middle section cut out of the tree so that a carriage could get by easily. The Temple, as he'd called it, had been his home since he could remember. It was a safe-haven for people like him. The outcasts of society. Thorin wasn't accepted by many of people outside of the Temple. His Elven heritage made it almost impossible for humans to approach him without feeling intimidated. He didn't scare them the way that the Half-Orcs he knew did. Thorin just seemed more unapproachable. And the Elven community saw him as something just shy as a taboo. It was rare enough for Elves to have kids with each other, and even rarer for them to breed with humans.

Thorin readjusted the pack on his back. Inside it contained the basics of what he might need. A spare change of clothes for when he got to a city, dried meats and nuts for food, and a bedroll that was attached to the bottom of it. Out of boredom he used the end of the quarterstaff to flick a small rock out of his path. Up ahead was a tree that fell across the road. The middle of it was cut out, leaving just enough room for a wagon to go through, although only one at a time.

Thorin could hear the sounds of something up ahead. Shouting, screaming, and even the metallic clashing of swords. Slipping his pack off his shoulders he hid it in the trees.

"Loose something?"

Thorin slowly put his hands up when the saw the sword tip slide over his shoulder. "N-not particularly. I was just thinking about taking a small nap in the shade here." Thorin was careful not to cut himself on the blade against his neck. In the middle of the man's sentence he lunged forward, lowering his head to the pack. His feet shot out behind him, catching the armored man in the chest. The blow wasn't enough to knock him down, but it did allow him time to get out of the sword's range. "But why don't you go first?" Thorin flipped over his pack, grabbing his quarterstaff in the process. Before his assailant could react Thorin whirled the staff over his head, extending his reach. A dull, bell-like, ring reverberated up his arm as the end of the staff connected with the helmet.
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The Captain was the first one to reach the carriage. He jumped up in the driver's sear, and with a single swipe, severed the leather bonds holding the horses to the carriage. The horses weren't his priority, they were the problems of the henchmen he'd stationed further down the road. The rest of his men swarmed the carriage. Spears penetrated the driver's dead body, pulling him down. Two of the King's own men exited the carriage, but they too quickly fell to his men's swords. He swung the carriage door open before it had a chance to be locked. He pointed his sword at the women inside. "Good afternoon ladies," with a wicked grin he pulled them out one by one.
 
She was speaking with her lady in waiting while the carriage just made thier way down the road. Humans they all were inside and outside the caggiage because only humans wouldn't hear the orcs coming after them. Anna was rather beautiful compared to most in her father's kingdom, with long red sinful looking hair she wore it up in an intricate way on her head that marked her as noble but the small crown on top of her head marked her as the princess. She wore a long green dress that looked like a corset with bands on her arms to cover them up but her shoulders were exposed as well as the top of her pretty bust, the sleeves were long and went to the bottom of her dress. A small necklace lines her neck line modestly. She stopped and pushed back the curtain from the window only to see that there were half orcs outside. Going wide eyed she leaned to her lady in waiting and whispered something. They were dressed a little similar but her lady in waiting wore more modest clothing . Anna took her tiara off and placed it on the woman's head. They were to do this just in case of an attack because 9 times to 1 the orcs would just want the princess and not the lady in waiting. This way they would see the lady in waiting as the princess and not Anna allowing her to escape quite easily. When an arrow head went through the top of the carriage leaking blood they both screamed and she knew it was time to leave . When Anna tried to open her hidden door it was jammed and she couldn't get out. The other door flew open and their guards went out but they were shot down and soon a spear was pointed at both of them. She stopped and looked to the orc before they were both pulled out and stood before them.

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The Captain forcefully pulled the two women out of the carriage. "Well look at what we have here," using the tip of his sword he rapped the side of the tiara, "the King's newest whore." He noticed something that almost made him laugh. "And lookie here. The King was even generous enough to send along a treat for you boys." He kicked the uncrowned Elven bitch towards his men. "You boys can do what you want with her, at least until I get tired of looking at her." They had no use for the lady in waiting. The Princess, on the other hand, would be kept in decent enough shape to be used as a bartering tool.

[color=#DAA520"Captain,"[/color] one of the men came out of the carriage smiling, "seems like Her Royalness came with a bit of a bribe." In his hands was a medium sized chest filled with gold coins.

"A very good score indeed." He bent down and grabbed the lady in waiting's face. "I guess you might even be able to bring in a decent price, if we bother to sell you."
 
The Captain forcefully pulled the two women out of the carriage. "Well look at what we have here," using the tip of his sword he rapped the side of the tiara, "the King's newest whore." He noticed something that almost made him laugh. "And lookie here. The King was even generous enough to send along a treat for you boys." He kicked the uncrowned Elven bitch towards his men. "You boys can do what you want with her, at least until I get tired of looking at her." They had no use for the lady in waiting. The Princess, on the other hand, would be kept in decent enough shape to be used as a bartering tool.

[color=#DAA520"Captain,"[/color] one of the men came out of the carriage smiling, "seems like Her Royalness came with a bit of a bribe." In his hands was a medium sized chest filled with gold coins.

"A very good score indeed." He bent down and grabbed the lady in waiting's face. "I guess you might even be able to bring in a decent price, if we even bother to sell you."
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Thorin scratched his head if frustration when he saw what was happening. A carriage, with the King's crest no less, was being hit by a gang of Highwaymen. He could see that a great number of them were Half-Orcs. They could quickly over power him if he tried to go out and save the women by himself. He'd need at least another one of the Monks from the Temple. Scanning the group of fifteen he was relieved to see on fact, not that many of them had on armor, and those that did seemed to be wearing crudely made leather armor.
 
The Captain forcefully pulled the two women out of the carriage. "Well look at what we have here," using the tip of his sword he rapped the side of the tiara, "the King's newest whore." He noticed something that almost made him laugh. "And lookie here. The King was even generous enough to send along a treat for you boys." He kicked the uncrowned Elven bitch towards his men. "You boys can do what you want with her, at least until I get tired of looking at her." They had no use for the lady in waiting. The Princess, on the other hand, would be kept in decent enough shape to be used as a bartering tool.

[color=#DAA520"Captain,"[/color] one of the men came out of the carriage smiling, "seems like Her Royalness came with a bit of a bribe." In his hands was a medium sized chest filled with gold coins.

"A very good score indeed." He bent down and grabbed the lady in waiting's face. "I guess you might even be able to bring in a decent price, if we even bother to sell you."
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Thorin scratched his head if frustration when he saw what was happening. A carriage, with the King's crest no less, was being hit by a gang of Highwaymen. He could see that most of them were Half-Orcs. They could quickly over power him if he tried to go out and save the women by himself. He'd need at least another one of the Monks from the Temple. Scanning the group he was relieved to see one fact, not that many of them had on armor, and those that did seemed to be wearing crudely made leather armor.

He took a quick look at the things he'd taken off of the the man who'd attacked him earlier. There was the man's sword of course, but the blade was much larger and heavier than he was used to wielding. In this case it'd be more of a hindrance than a blessing. There was a bow with only around a half dozen or so arrows. He could fire them now, but he'd most likely loose the girls in the scuffle. The best course of action he could see taking was to say a silent prayer for each of the two woman still alive and all of the men who seemed to have died.

Thorin ran his right hand irritably through his hair. There was no way he could just sit back and watch the two girls be taken away. 'Time to see if you're either a genius or crazy,' Thorin thought as he silently moved back down the road. He quickly found where he'd hidden his pack and removed the gourds from it. He took several deep swigs of the alcohol to steady his nerves before dabbing a bit on his face and neck. He was soon reeking of ale. Taking a deep breath he started staggering up the road.
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"Captian!"

The Captain turned his head down the road. A loan stranger was staggering up the path, a walking stick in one hand and a gourd of ale in the other. "Keep your traps shut," he ordered the women, "otherwise you'll be finding yourselves a full head shorter. He nodded his head, and the women were taken away as most of the men scurried back to their ambush spots. "HAIL!

Thorin's eyes were disoriented as he looked up. He raised a wobbly hand up and smiled widely as he stumbled forward. "Can you spare some coppers for zome ale?" He wasn't surprised when the man who seemed to be in charge shook his head. Thorin was fed the bullshit story of how they were in the service of the King and had been sent out to check for the wagon. Thorin started running a hand over the gold trim that was laced within the wood, but his hand was quickly slapped away by one of the others. "Whash the matt'r? Can' t'i loog ad it?"

Thorin knew it wasn't safe to push it. The men were getting anxious and he knew that it was only a matter of time before they started attacking. He stumbled forward, bumping into one of the men. Thorin leaned back when he was shoved. The push was enough to knock him over, but he'd also managed to do what he'd wanted. As he was falling he made it look like he was just reaching out for the man's spear to steady himself. "He-ey, who ya shovin'!?" Thorin, with his own staff forgotten, used the shaft of the spear to get himself up, but his belongings were dropped in the process. 'It's now or never,' Thorin thought as he brought the spear up quickly.

The spear hissed as it was spun through the air. Thorin brought the head of the spear thinly through the exposed neck of the Half-Orc he pulled it from. There was a look of astonishment on the faces of everyone of the men as Thorin brought the spear back, only to thrust it through the neck of another man. As the second body hit the ground everyone took action. Swords scraped against their sheathes as they were drawn in hurry.

A flash of silver warned Thorin of the sword strike before it had a change to split him in two. Using the spear's shaft as a guide, he forced the blow away from him. Using the butt of the weapon, Thorin brought the end of it down across the back of the man's head. Without pause he jerked the spear down towards the ground. There was a scream of pain as the spearhead bit into the unarmored leg of another.

Seeing an opening Thorin abandoned the spear in the man's leg and dove out of the mash up. He barely came up when a strike threatened to take his head off. Dropping down to his knees and leaning back Thorin struck out with his hand. He could feel the man's genitals between his thumb and forefinger. It was as easy as smashing a grape between his fingers. Thorin let the man drop in pain, grabbing the dropped scimitar Thorin brought it up just an arrow nearly turned his body into a pincushion. The entire blade reverberated in his hands, but Thorin refused to drop the weapon. He practically danced under the thrust of a spear.

Thorin moved with the scimitar as if it was an extension of himself. The blade seemed to practically wrap itself around the shaft as he lunged.
 
The Captain forcefully pulled the two women out of the carriage. "Well look at what we have here," using the tip of his sword he rapped the side of the tiara, "the King's newest whore." He noticed something that almost made him laugh. "And lookie here. The King was even generous enough to send along a treat for you boys." He kicked the uncrowned Elven bitch towards his men. "You boys can do what you want with her, at least until I get tired of looking at her." They had no use for the lady in waiting. The Princess, on the other hand, would be kept in decent enough shape to be used as a bartering tool.

"Captain," one of the men came out of the carriage smiling, "seems like Her Royalness came with a bit of a bribe." In his hands was a medium sized chest filled with gold coins.

"A very good score indeed." He bent down and grabbed the lady in waiting's face. "I guess you might even be able to bring in a decent price, if we even bother to sell you."
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Thorin scratched his head if frustration when he saw what was happening. A carriage, with the King's crest no less, was being hit by a gang of Highwaymen. He could see that most of them were Half-Orcs. They could quickly over power him if he tried to go out and save the women by himself. He'd need at least another one of the Monks from the Temple. Scanning the group he was relieved to see one fact, not that many of them had on armor, and those that did seemed to be wearing crudely made leather armor.

He took a quick look at the things he'd taken off of the the man who'd attacked him earlier. There was the man's sword of course, but the blade was much larger and heavier than he was used to wielding. In this case it'd be more of a hindrance than a blessing. There was a bow with only around a half dozen or so arrows. He could fire them now, but he'd most likely loose the girls in the scuffle. The best course of action he could see taking was to say a silent prayer for each of the two woman still alive and all of the men who seemed to have died.

Thorin ran his right hand irritably through his hair. There was no way he could just sit back and watch the two girls be taken away. 'Time to see if you're either a genius or crazy,' Thorin thought as he silently moved back down the road. He quickly found where he'd hidden his pack and removed the gourds from it. He took several deep swigs of the alcohol to steady his nerves before dabbing a bit on his face and neck. He was soon reeking of ale. Taking a deep breath he started staggering up the road.
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"Captian!"

The Captain turned his head down the road. A loan stranger was staggering up the path, a walking stick in one hand and a gourd of ale in the other. "Keep your traps shut," he ordered the women, "otherwise you'll be finding yourselves a full head shorter. He nodded his head, and the women were taken away as most of the men scurried back to their ambush spots. "HAIL!

Thorin's eyes were disoriented as he looked up. He raised a wobbly hand up and smiled widely as he stumbled forward. "Can you spare some coppers for zome ale?" He wasn't surprised when the man who seemed to be in charge shook his head. Thorin was fed the bullshit story of how they were in the service of the King and had been sent out to check for the wagon. Thorin started running a hand over the gold trim that was laced within the wood, but his hand was quickly slapped away by one of the others. "Whash the matt'r? Can' t'i loog ad it?"

Thorin knew it wasn't safe to push it. The men were getting anxious and he knew that it was only a matter of time before they started attacking. He stumbled forward, bumping into one of the men. Thorin leaned back when he was shoved. The push was enough to knock him over, but he'd also managed to do what he'd wanted. As he was falling he made it look like he was just reaching out for the man's spear to steady himself. "He-ey, who ya shovin'!?" Thorin, with his own staff forgotten, used the shaft of the spear to get himself up, but his belongings were dropped in the process. 'It's now or never,' Thorin thought as he brought the spear up quickly.

The spear hissed as it was spun through the air. Thorin brought the head of the spear thinly through the exposed neck of the Half-Orc he pulled it from. There was a look of astonishment on the faces of everyone of the men as Thorin brought the spear back, only to thrust it through the neck of another man. As the second body hit the ground everyone took action. Swords scraped against their sheathes as they were drawn in hurry.

A flash of silver warned Thorin of the sword strike before it had a change to split him in two. Using the spear's shaft as a guide, he forced the blow away from him. Using the butt of the weapon, Thorin brought the end of it down across the back of the man's head. Without pause he jerked the spear down towards the ground. There was a scream of pain as the spearhead bit into the unarmored leg of another.

Seeing an opening Thorin abandoned the spear in the man's leg and dove out of the mash up. He barely came up when a strike threatened to take his head off. Dropping down to his knees and leaning back Thorin struck out with his hand. He could feel the man's genitals between his thumb and forefinger. It was as easy as smashing a grape between his fingers. Thorin let the man drop in pain, grabbing the dropped scimitar Thorin brought it up just an arrow nearly turned his body into a pincushion. The entire blade reverberated in his hands, but Thorin refused to drop the weapon. He practically danced under the thrust of a spear.

Thorin moved with the scimitar as if it was an extension of himself. The blade seemed to practically wrap itself around the shaft as he lunged forward. The blade slid down the shaft until it met the owner's hand. Biting through the fingers, Thorin flicked the blade through flesh and bone.

((Ending this section of the Fight scene so you don't have you sit through several more chapters.))
 
When Anna was shoved tot he greedy hands of the half orcs she struggled slightly but they over powered her. Glaring at them all she knew her lady in waiting was scared . They were both pulled into the bushes and it took her a moment to figure out what was going on with the drunken man. She and the other woman looked at each other and she had to move getting her arms back from them and glaring. The other woman reached down to her ankle and took a dagger from it sheath slowly before she wheeled around and sliced open one of the half orcs throats. And since there weren't many holding them back she dove at the other one who held Anna " Run Princess!" she said before Anna ran at top speed Away from all the commotion and into the forest. Idiots should of done their research the kinds daughter had red hair not blonde. She ducked and dodged a few arrows but it was useless She didn't know that there were more down the road who were tending to the horses when she came running up. She stopped and tried to go back but she was seized immediately with her hands tied behind her back and hoisted upon a horse so she wouldn't go anywhere.
 
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